Chapter XI

New York, New York

By: The Feesh

So thin.

Fragile.

Unsuspecting.

They play like sparklings do and even the creators - the maternal and paternal genetic donors - do not so much as look twice in my direction. So I sit, still and silent, unblinking and unmoving as the city throbs and progresses around me without pause.

This city, like so many on ( Read more... )

Chapter X

The Art of Fabrication

By: The Feesh

The attack had come when Barricade had least expected it. A shot to the rear bumper had sufficiently jarred him out of recharge with all the force of Christ Himself punching him in the arse and the Saleen leapt into robot mode without a second thought, twisting about to engage whoever, or whatever, was ( Read more... )

Chapter IX

Oil Changes and the Indecencies Thereof

By: The Feesh

Speed.

They ran from him. The highway concrete thrummed beneath him as the slick black prow sliced through the air, rubber hot, sirens screaming as Barricade tore after his prey. The car ahead of him drove recklessly; zigzagging through traffic with their headlights off, as if they ( Read more... )

Chapter VIII

Leather

By: Landray Depth Charge

I’m dead.

Feeling was slowly beginning to return to him. Tingling in the ends of his fingers; the feeling of his heart beating within his chest.

I’mma open my eyes an’ be starin’ at Jesus. Oh my God, I took his father’s name in vain WAY TOO MUCH. Christ, I did it aga - argh!

A soft bed underneath him, and a ( Read more... )

Chapter VII

Of Mice and Men

By: Landray Depth Charge (aka Feesh)

“And, there. Full up, man.”

Four days. Barricade had spent four slagging days holed up in the same garage, staring at the same stinking brick wall, and finally he was starting to see some real progress. The bowed in dent in his passenger side was getting better every day, though he knew ( Read more... )

Mike had never felt so suffocated in the silence of his own garage.

He threw a nervous glance in the general direction of the silent, ominous form of the police cruiser as it sat, wordless, just behind him. Romano had been working furiously on the disassembled components strewn about on the workbench for over four hours, stopping only once for ( Read more... )

The only thing that is ever certain in this life is the passage of time. Earth is not certain. Cybertron is not certain. Whether each human being that wakes up in the morning will survive to do so the next is not certain.

Barricade wasn’t certain just how much time had passed, though it was, of course, the only true inevitable. He returned to ( Read more... )

It was bright.

Very, very bright.

Barricade’s muddled mind had yet to finish booting up, even so, it was trying to assess where it was that he’d wound up.

Fuzzed sensors turned online with all the speed of dialup Internet, slowly sweeping over his current surroundings. Once he got past the blinding light and his optic sensory array ( Read more... )